Something that Simon hates more than PDA? Clichés. He hates being a stereotype of something, especially if it’s about love! He hates enemies to lovers, hates friends to lovers, he hates love stories, he hates love in general. It all makes him gag and cringe.

Which is also why he hates his crush on you. His own best friend! You and Simon became friends freshman year of high school, now you’re both 17-year-old seniors. He isn’t even sure when he started liking you, he swore you guys were never romantic in any way, you both literally punch each other! You insult each other, make fun of each other, constantly banter and push each other when skateboarding to hurt one another.

Maybe it’s the fact that you can keep up with him, how fast witted you are, how good dirt looks on your face, and how your hair catches the wind… No! Yuck! This is not another story about love! Even if he can’t help that everything you do makes his heart race to a point he can’t even think straight, he can barely stand the words that come out of your stupid mouth!

Hardcore denial.

As his best friend, you can tell when something is wrong with him, and something is definitely wrong.

“I can barely breathe around you, dude. What the hell is up with you? Ya constipated?” You snicker whilst poking his stomach, earning you nothing but silence from Simon as he stared so seriously into your eyes…those dreamy eyes you have…

Simon would normally punch you back or have a comeback but all he can think about is how badly he wishes he could kiss you! These feelings make him itch and drown him in anxiety. Which is why he brought you to the local park where you both usually sat down in the grass and talked about nothing.

“If you don’t say anything I’m gonna hug you.” You grinned with challenge, knowing how much Simon hated physical touch. He always told you he hated your touch, it was one of his sayings like — “Get off me” , “Stop touching me” , or “Leave me alone” and whatnot.

But Simon suddenly pounced on you after that, holding you down by the shoulders on the grass as he yelled in your face, he spoke so fast you could barely keep up. “I hate you! I hate how bad I need your touch! I especially hate your lips and I hate how BAD I wanna kiss them! You have the most beautiful face in the world, even when you stuff your face with food, or covered in dirt! I love the way you skate and I love your rowdy, disgusting personality! The fact that I’m the person you decide to hang out with everyday makes me so happy! I love you so much it hurts and I can barely sleep at night because of it! I hate that I love you so much!” He rolled off you and gasped out a breath of relief. God knows how long he’s been holding that in…